Bones and Breathing

Glorious Mother Hekate, I return to You when the path takes me away, and Your torches always guide me!

There are so many things I simply cannot put into words lately, even as I feel called to this virtual temple. But You know those things. You know what it is I can't find words for better than I do. Maybe You know I will never find words because these things transcend anything that words would form boundaries for. But You know me, Mother...I'll keep searching for the words.

My return to listening to the bones has revealed some interesting things to me about my relationship with Spring. I still wonder why I relate Spring with so many things often seen as the symbolism of Winter. I think it may be a result of trauma. It didn't always work this way for me. Clearly, I have more work to do with the bones.

More work, more work...so much to do, yet I feel I should be doing less. I'm thinking of taking up the practice of shikantaza again. It's been years. I've already returned to weekly meditation of a very similar form, though.

I don't know what's waiting for me through the door I feel I'm approaching. I am thankful for Your guidance. Presence. Both. Your guidance comes in many forms, and can be delivered by different voices. But I also think You are in union with All, and vice versa. So even when I may not recognize Your presence, You are always here.